This nameless plane

Ancient screams are my lover’s
lyrics. I want your milk. Sustain
my spirit — but stay
away awhile. Come
back when you are cool
enough to touch. Let
the voices of your many
dances overclock my ears,
visions of your many rhythms
blur my broken eyes.

May you always be short
on shame. Your name lies
folded in my chest. I will
tear it out and flash it about. You
gave me beasts; I fed them well. You
gave me tests, and things
to sell. So take this nameless plane to smack
its aim. Blast my woken-princess
mouth, you faery-fashioned flame.

What do you think?